Dating is my favorite sport.
I went on a date tonight. The man is adorable in a semi-sad way. A lovely person, cute, and polite. He has spiked hair (self proclaimed like Billy Idol). He wore a faded denim shirt, severely un-ironed. A corporate logo-ed wind breaker and awkward jeans. He says he's 49 years old (questionable). He has a moustache and a soul-patch. Here is some dialogue. KEY: rp=me G=guy or gay or goodstory
rp: So, what is your favorite type of food?
G: Chocolate Juniors.
rp: What the hell is Chocolate Juniors?
G: Those little Tastycakes you get at the WaWa.
rp: Oh. I meant type of food.
G: Nothing too rich in taste.
G: How did you get into HR? Did you take an internalship?
rp: Do you mean Internship?
G: Yeah, I think so.
Waiter: What can I get for you guys?
rp: I'll have the Carnitas (yeah, we were in a Mexican place)
G: I'll have the fajitas. But I don't want any gookamooly.
rp: I think it's pronounced guacamole.
rp: So, how did you find out you liked Chocolate Juniors?
G: My Mom bought me a box of them the other day. She gave them to me before I went to work.
rp: So, you live with your Mom?
G: Yeah. I moved in with her when my boyfriend and I broke up.
rp: Sorry to hear about your breakup. When did you guys break up?
G: Two years ago.
rp: Oh, when you were 47 years old?
G: Ummmm. yeah. Then.
rp: I like your spikey hair.
G: I like to be behind the trends. I used to have a mullet, but I cut it off 5 years ago.
rp: Maybe that was the style?
G: No. That style was not in at all. The guys at the plant talked me into cutting it off. I finally gave in.
rp: I am glad you don't have a mullet anymore.
G: Me too. I liked it at the time. I have a cocker spaniel named Misty. It reminded me of her.
rp: I am getting tired (omg Greys Anatomy is on). Can you drive me home?